Luyện nghe bài hát Why Me

Sometimes I go walking the long tall grass
how long hard times will last
For this backward soul on a road that god where

As hard as I try ain't left no
It's not enough to my way back
I hit the ground like glass and just lay there

Singing, "Why me, oh, why me?"
And I another empty bottle up against the wall
And I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
But pity ever did me any kinda good at all
So I on

And I wound up on the capital
Watching the lobbyists smoking
And bury their shoes in the country club
And who got who by the hairs

Standing there in their high suits
Looking down at my tattered old and boots
And this weathered guitar seems to follow me everywhere
God, it follows me

Playing, "Why me, oh why me?"
All I another song about how money makes and breaks the law
And I sing, "Why me, oh why me?"
I'm a broke troubadour with a bark for the underdog
And I on

Now I ain't but I can relate
To a man death square in the face
Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of

To his holy father he his eyes
In his darkest he cried
"Please would you this cup from me?"

Praying, "Why me, oh why me?"
all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there
I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
I know somewhere up in heaven
There's a big old with my name there
So I on, I rock on

Even I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even I'm singing, "Why me?", oh why me, oh?